Prometheus

Get Charlie.

MAN (echoing): Dr. Holloway!

Charlie!

What?

Come quick!

Did you date it?

35,000 years.

Maybe older.

Hmm.

You gotta be kidding me.

It's the same configuration.

I mean, it's gotta predate the others by millennia.

I think they want us to come and find them.

Yeah.

What happened to that man?

He died.

Why aren't you helping them?

They don't want my help.

Their god is different than ours.

Why did he die?

'Cause sooner or later, everyone does.

Like Mummy?

Like Mummy.

Where do they go?

Everyone has their own word.

Heaven.

Paradise.

Whatever it's called, it's someplace beautiful.

How do you know it's beautiful?

Because that's what I choose to believe.

And what do you believe, Ellie?

(quiet electronic whirring and trilling)

(gentle classical music playing)

Good morning, David.

Transmitting message.

No response.

Whilst this manner of articulation

is attested in the Indo-European descendants

as a purely paralinguistic form,

it is phonemic in the ancestral form

dating back five millennia or more.

Now let's attempt Schleicher's fable.

Repeat after me.

(man speaking Proto-Indo-European language)

(repeats text in Proto-Indo-European language)

Perfect.

Mr. Lawrence?

Yes?

Flimsy, sir.

Thank you.

You do that once too often.

It's only flesh and blood.

Michael George Hartley, you're a philosopher.

And you're barmy.

Oh! It damn well hurts.

Certainly, it hurts.

Well, what's the trick, then?

The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.

"The trick, William Potter,

is not minding that it hurts."

"The trick, William Potter,

is not minding that it hurts."

Attention.

Destination threshold.

Attention.

Destination threshold.

Attention.

Destination thresh...

Robe.

How long?

Two years, four months, 18 days,

36 hours, 15 minutes.

Any casualties?

Casualties, ma'am?

Has anyone died?

No, ma'am.

Everyone's fine.

Well, then, wake them up.

Try to relax, Dr. Shaw.

My name is David.

Your mind and body are in a state of shock

as a result of the stasis.

It's all right, perfectly normal.

Ellie...

We're here, baby.

There, there.

MALE VOICE (over speaker): Drink plenty of water.

Drink plenty of fluids.

Hydration aids muscle mass.

All crew, consume shakes

with high caloric content.

What the hell is that?

It's Christmas.

Need the holidays to show time is still moving.

Mission briefing is about to start, Captain.

Might want to make your way down.

Well, I haven't had my breakfast yet.

Is this seat taken?

Hi. I'm Millburn, biology.

Nice to meet you.

Ingest protein packs provided...

Okay.

Look, uh, no offense, but, uh...

I've been asleep two years.

I ain't here to be your friend.

I'm here to make money.

You got that?

Okay.

I bet 100 credits it's a terraforming survey.

No, if it's a survey, they would just tell us.

This is a corporate run. They're not telling us shit.

Come on.

Hundred.

All right, you're on.

You look nervous, El.

I'll try to keep my feet on the ground.

I know you will.

Good morning.

For those of you I hired personally,

it's nice to see you again.

For the rest of you, I am Meredith Vickers,

and it's my job to make sure you do yours.

Okay, then.

On with the show.

(electronic tones play gentle melody)

MAN (over video): Weyland Corporation.

Building better worlds.

Hello, friends.

My name is Peter Weyland.

I am your employer.

I am recording this 22 June, 2091.

And if you're watching it,

you have reached your destination

and I am long dead.

May I rest in peace.

There's a man sitting with you today.

His name is David.

And he is the closest thing to a son I will ever have.

Unfortunately, he is... he's not human.

He will never grow old, and he will never die.

And yet he is unable

to appreciate these remarkable gifts,

for that would require the one thing

that David will never have--

a soul.

I have spent my entire lifetime contemplating the questions:

Where do we come from?

What is our purpose?

What happens when we die?

And I have finally found two people

who have convinced me they're on the verge

of answering them.

Doctors Holloway and Shaw, if you would please stand.

As far as you're concerned, they're both in charge.

The Titan, Prometheus,

wanted to give mankind equal footing with the gods,

and for that, he was cast from Olympus.

Well, my friends, the time has finally come for his return.

Doctors, please.

The floor is yours.

(electronic tones play gentle melody)

Okay. Uh, wow.

All right.

Never had to follow a ghost before.

Okay, let me show you why you guys are here.

These are images of archeological digs